“It is Christmas Day and they are having Christmas dinner, and Anita is trying her best to enjoy herself, trying to acclimatise. But the dreams keep coming back to her, the nightmares, the flashbacks, she doesn’t even have to be asleep, all she needs to do is stare blankly at the wall or the ceiling and the images play there, again, and again. It was this time, this holiday season, all those years ago. Anita watches the carving of the meat and notices how sharp the knife is and her skin tingles.”